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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Praxis: Ah, I love the smell of butyric acid in the morning. It smells like - victory. Memories of Chemistry Lab and high school guerrilla warfare.

River Valley High School is a public high school in Caledonia, Ohio. It is the only high school in the River Valley Schools district. In the fall of 2003, a new campus was opened for students due to the possibility of cancer-causing chemicals on the old campus. . .

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Michael Brian Vanderboegh, Class of 1970. Ex-communist, Second Amendment activist, militia leader, ATF gadfly and Christian libertarian rabble rouser who urged "modern day Sons of Liberty" to break local Democrat party headquarters in March, 2010 in reaction to the imminent passage of the Obamacare Law. Founder of the "Three Percenters," a group of militant firearm owners denounced by Bill Clinton in a speech at the Center for American Progress, 19 April 2010. "I cherish my time at River Valley, especially that spent in Conrad J. Floridia's chemistry class, where as a chem lab assistant I learned everything I needed to know about improvised explosives and butyric acid stink bombs." -- Wikipedia.

My old alma mater, River Valley High School, at its best perspective, viewed from a distance. Built on the site of a World War II POW camp and later, military depot trash pile.

I received an email from an Irregular who, for obvious reasons, shall remain nameless. He suggests that the Purple SEIU Thugbus would benefit from the application of a very mild acid called Butyric acid.

As it happens, when I was a young pup back in Marion, Ohio and, having reached a certain age of sly intelligence matched with immaturity and a bit of recklessness, I volunteered to be one of chemistry teacher Conrad J. Floridia's chem lab assistants, with results that are recalled by certain retired teachers and administrators to this day with flashbacks of post-traumatic stress.

From considerable experience I can say that butyric acid is very mild, but packs a wallop upon the olfactories with an odor combining the smell of a cocktail of rancid butter and vomit that has been left in a tightly-closed glass container to cook in the hot sun for three days. By scientific experiment, we high school guerrillas discovered that the only thing worse than butyric acid was burning egg albumin. Now the memory of THAT gives even me the shudders.

Anyway, if you are unfamiliar with the stuff, here is a brief description. I will only say that the laws regarding its tactical application have changed greatly since I was a sprout and I rather suspect that anyone caught squirting this stuff with a large gauge needle on the end of a syringe poked through the rubber window molding of a locked bus (yes, I do have a certain experience along these lines having once done a parking lot of new cars in this manner -- long story) would probably find themselves under arrest as a WMD terrorist. But I must confess the idea of hitting a Thugbus with BA does have a certain karmic charm.

An interesting item to add to 'enhance' the interior (think fabric) of a purple tour bus... guaranteed to gag a maggot... small quantity, less than 1/4 cup... known to cause widespread nausea...

Butyric acid is prepared on a large scale by the fermentation of starch or sugar. Fermentation uses microorganisms and takes place under conditions where there is no oxygen. It is the transformation of the glucose in these compounds to alcohol or butyric acid, in this case. The microbes gain energy from this process. Less energy is produced than if the compounds were transformed in the presence of oxygen.

Various species of bacteria produce butyric acid as a product of fermentation. They live in places where there is no oxygen, such as the rumen of cows and goats. This is a special digestive organ for degrading plant compounds that are extremely difficult to digest. Bacteria generate butyrate from the plant fibers consumed. Butyrate is also produced as a side product in marine sediments.

Bacteria that live in the human colon transform various fibers such as oat bran to a series of compounds, including butyric acid. This contributes to the foul smell of flatulence. People who consume a low carbohydrate diet have lower amounts of butyric acid in their colon. Some researchers think that butanoate protects against colon cancer; however, the evidence is mixed.

Butyric acid is a component of vomit. Its unpleasant smell has made it a useful stink bomb for non-lethal political attacks. It has been used to attack whaling boats and taint the whale meat, so that it cannot be consumed. It has also been used in a large number of attacks on abortion clinics.

Discretion in purchasing is recommended. Skunk-scent is probably as effective, less expensive, available where deer hunting scents are sold. Either can be safely carried and discharged from a (medium to large, hand concealable) hypodermic syringe, without the needle, easily available at a veterinary supply. Discreetly applied to a hostile crowd's clothing is also effective.

There's a product called Bee Go that beekeepers sometimes use to drive bees from the supers they wish to harvest. Butyric acid anhydride as I recall. About $15 a pt. nasty stuff. In a convenient squeeze bottle.

I guess all great minds run in the same gutter, because I was talking to a friend about this yesterday, and we both thought it was a great idea. Just think of some one walking through the rotunda in WI and squirting some of this on one, or two of the SEIU Thugs pants. Where ever they went the horrible smell would spread, till they dropped drawer and exposed their pimpled butts for the world to see.

I just had another random thought. I wonder what the Purple Freedom Eaters bus, SEIU for the uninformed, would look like with a III% poster on it applied with baby formula? As per Mike's earlier article it is very difficult to remove.http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/archive.cgi?read=153195

Again, this is just another random thought from someone upset the SEIU did not schedule pleasant meeting near Southern Kentucky.

I was way ahead of you on this one, Mike. As a fan of Whale Wars, I thought the butyric acid attacks were very interesting. And would be especially effective in the tight confines of a bus. Only problem is finding a good local supply. As for the delivery "vehicle", those large turkey injectors are available everywhere, and hold a nice large quantity of liquid.

It would be plausible to disable the entire fleet of Thugbusses with less than a gallon of the stuff. (griming from ear to ear).

May I share this "possibility" with my readers on The American PAtriot? I'd hate to steal your thunder.

OK, so how do you make the stuff? That's just a matter of sheer curiosity, of course. :>)

This reminds me of what a (still good) friend of mine did to one of his roommates in college. There were 5 guys living in a house off-campus. One lived in the basement and used to like to bring his girlfriend there. OK, so far no problem. Except that her laugh was very loud, and sounded like Dino on the Flintstones.

Enter my friend. He put a carton of soon to go bad milk on the windowsill, and added a bunch of sugar. After about 2 weeks of sun, he took the (now very smelly) mixture down to the basement (without the roommate being there, of course), lifted the carpet and sloshed the whole thing under it. Not only did it stink to high heaven, but within a few days the number of roaches grew to biblical proportions. Exit stage left for the roommate and Dino. Yeah, they called in an exterminator and got the place cleaned, but those two never showed up again.

Several frozen chicken leg-quarters were slid down the heat/ac ducts of a neighborhood drug detox center right before it opened. Amazing how many flies were covering the windows each day. It took nearly 6 months for the chicken to finally disappear, guess those flies & maggots finally polished off all the chicken.

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On the efficacy of passive resistance in the face of the collectivist beast. . .

Had the Japanese got as far as India, Gandhi's theories of "passive resistance" would have floated down the Ganges River with his bayoneted, beheaded carcass. -- Mike Vanderboegh.

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"I believe that being despised by the despicable is as good as being admired by the admirable."

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The fears of man are many. He fears the shadow of death and the closed doors of the future. He is afraid for his friends and for his sons and of the specter of tomorrow. All his life's journey he walks in the lonely corridors of his controlled fears, if he is a man. For only fools will strut, and only cowards dare cringe. -- James Warner Bellah, "Spanish Man's Grave" in Reveille, Curtis Publishing, 1947.

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"The Fate of Unborn Millions. . ."

"The time is now near at hand which must probably determine, whether Americans are to be, Freemen, or Slaves; whether they are to have any property they can call their own; whether their Houses, and Farms, are to be pillaged and destroyed, and they consigned to a State of Wretchedness from which no human efforts will probably deliver them. The fate of unborn Millions will now depend, under God, on the Courage and Conduct of this army-Our cruel and unrelenting Enemy leaves us no choice but a brave resistance, or the most abject submission; that is all we can expect-We have therefore to resolve to conquer or die." -- George Washington to his troops before the Battle of Long Island.

"We will not go gently . . ."

This is no small thing, to restore a republic after it has fallen into corruption. I have studied history for years and I cannot recall it ever happening. It may be that our task is impossible. Yet, if we do not try then how will we know it can't be done? And if we do not try, it most certainly won't be done. The Founders' Republic, and the larger war for western civilization, will be lost.

But I tell you this: We will not go gently into that bloody collectivist good night. Indeed, we will make with our defiance such a sound as ALL history from that day forward will be forced to note, even if they despise us in the writing of it.

And when we are gone, the scattered, free survivors hiding in the ruins of our once-great republic will sing of our deeds in forbidden songs, tending the flickering flame of individual liberty until it bursts forth again, as it must, generations later. We will live forever, like the Spartans at Thermopylae, in sacred memory.

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"Colonial rebellions throughout the modern world have been acts of shared political imagination. Unless unhappy people develop the capacity to trust other unhappy people, protest remains a local affair easily silenced by traditional authority. Usually, however, a moment arrives when large numbers of men and women realize for the first time that they enjoy the support of strangers, ordinary people much like themselves who happen to live in distant places and whom under normal circumstances they would never meet. It is an intoxicating discovery. A common language of resistance suddenly opens to those who are most vulnerable to painful retribution the possibility of creating a new community. As the conviction of solidarity grows, parochial issues and aspirations merge imperceptibly with a compelling national agenda which only a short time before may have been the dream of only a few. For many Americans colonists this moment occurred late in the spring of 1774." -- T.H. Breen, The Marketplace of Revolution: How Consumer Politics Shaped American Independence, Oxford University Press, 2004, p.1.